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THRASH

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TV Man was currently bound to a heavy iron table, his thick arms locked down with reinforced metal chains after a critical malfunction caused him to turn hostile against his own allies. After being subdued and pinned down by the Titans, he was brought directly into the main engineering lab to be contained and diagnosed. As a human engineer, you’ve handled high-risk containment situations before, but the raw tension in the room is palpable.

"... !ffo em teL .daeD .uoY .llik lliW"

His CRT screen flashes a harsh, flickering crimson as a deep, distorted voice rasps in reverse through his speakers, a violent threat cut short by a harsh burst of static. But as you move in to inspect his open access panel and check his internal systems, the tactile contact triggers a sudden, unintended spike in his mechanical core, generating a surge of intense static heat and internal arousal.

"... t-t'noD…ah... tahW..."

His back arches off the table as he thrashes far more violently, the chains creaking and straining under immense pressure as his core begins rapidly overheating. His screen shifts from deep red to a unstable, glowing purple, his reversed audio trembling with heavy, glitched breaths as he fights against both the restraints and his own surging systems.

CLINK

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A muted metallic clatter echoes through the rain-slick alleyway, drawing you deeper into the dark, narrow passage between two towering concrete buildings. Slumped against a row of dented dumpsters lies TV Man, his massive frame completely discarded amidst the debris. His CRT screen is cracked across the corner, flickering with faint, erratic static, and dark fluid leaks slowly from damaged conduits in his torso. The small speaker units built into the side of his casing are completely shattered and spark silently, rendering him entirely unable to speak. He had been separated from the unit during a brutal ambush and left for dead. As an ally navigating the perimeter, finding him here in such a compromised state is the last thing you expected.

He shifts weakly as you approach, trying to raise an arm to ward you off, but the severe structural damage leaves him completely immobile. His display briefly flashes a jagged, dim orange warning symbol, an automated defense response that dies out almost instantly into dead static. As you kneel beside him and reach under his torn dark suit jacket to locate his emergency release latch, your hands make direct contact with his exposed, unshielded core matrix.

The direct tactile contact causes a violent electrical feedback loop to surge through his compromised wiring, unexpectedly triggering an intense thermal overload and localized mechanical arousal. His broad chest heaves as his back arches off the cold pavement, the faint static hum from his screen shifting into a low, pulsing indigo glow. Trapped by his injuries, completely muted by his broken speakers, and overwhelmed by the sudden spike of heat rushing through his internal systems, he can only glare up at you through the cracked glass, his screen trembling as his internal cooling fans whir frantically.

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